Tuesday, June 21, 2011


Freedom is…
Racing around the wooden rink floor as fast as my skates will take me
Spinning in circles until I’m dizzy
No hands, coasting downhill, the wind in my hair
Popsicle juice dripping down my chin
Sliding along the slip and slide because the kids dared me to
Finding shapes in the clouds
Falling backwards in a field of dandelions
Letting go of old hurts
Knowing those hurts no longer have any power over me.

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